Gemotions

The sheer audacity! Max, the German Shepherd, had a habit of, well, defecating on Barry's lawn. Barry had asked, politely, then not-so-politely, but still the problem persisted. His blood pressure was up.

He felt something in him shift. He knew what he had to do. Barry walked to the pet supply store.

He purchased several bags of coyote urine. He spent the afternoon meticulously applying it to the perimeter of his property. He wanted to make it clear that his yard was off-limits. He watched, a faint smile playing on his lips, as Max sniffed the fence and then turned away.